The Lake House

 

I’m an architect. I live in a lake house near Chicago my daddy built. He’s a famous architect. He hung with Frank Lloyd Wright shit but we don’t got a good relationship. He lived inside a glass house himself and didn’t let many people inside. Metaphorically speaking. The lake house is way cool, all glass and built on stilts, looks over a lake, pretty sweet pad.

So the day I move in there’s a letter in my mailbox from some woman wishing me well and apologizing for the paw prints. I write her back, “there are no paw prints lady” and stick the note back into the mailbox. Now get this, she writes me back. So I write her back. She writes me back and I write her back. Back and forth we write. Each time the damn mailbox flag pops up, like magical and all. It’s crazy nuts.

Ends up we’re living two years apart. She’s in the future. I’m in the past. We’ve both lived in my daddy’s lake house. We hit it off real good. She’s sweet and I fall for her. At one point I think to myself, “You know, I could make some serious cash here. Like be rich, filthy rich. All this chick needs to do is slip me a Wall Street Journal and the sports page and I’m placing bets with Johnny Break-Fingers, buying and selling stocks and real estate and livin’ high on the hog. Heck I could even set up one of them there Psychic Hotlines and make bundles of cash.” But this thought gets swept aside by my enduring love for this chick. I am noble and true. So is she. We’re not into making easy money. We want love and puppies and little babies with dirty bums.

Problem is we live two years apart. Sorta. I mean we’re not in different dimensions or nothin’ freaky like that. So she could just agree to meet me somewhere in two years and we’d be kosher, in love and getting funky with each other. Actually, in a bit of a coincidence, I do meet her at her birthday party. We have chemistry and we dance and end up kissing, which is embarrassing when her boyfriend catching us locking lips, but he doesn’t get too bend out of shape about it. He’s pretty cool like that. I could have spilled the beans at her party but I don’t cause true love needs to be torturous and strung out.

I won’t spoil the end for you but me and my daddy have one of them moments which helps me realize my inner potential and I start a new business with my brother. He’s a cool dude. I have a dog named Jack too. Jack rocks. He’s house trained and everything. Real cute. I write that girl again. It’s really weird. Oh, she’s a doctor and likes the book Persuasion by Jane Austin. Isn’t she awesome?